and they escaped the weight of darkness peering over their shoulders
where do these people go,
what belongings do they pack
is there a limit on the heaviness of ones' soul
Can they bring love as parting gift? Hide it in their handkerchiefs, and then go
People are people. No amount of physical, cultural, or ****** preferences diminishes the sacredness of someone’s life. Nothing excuses turning a blind eye on the ill treatment of others.
We must strive to see others as ourselves or we lose our chance to truly manifest the energy and compassion needed to work across nations and tackle the problems we face globally. It’s on each of us to realize that a fundamental shift in attitude and culture must occur.
The subject of my poem are immigrants. The U. S Mexican border and the inhuman conditions people are facing.
